My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry
How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes
Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other [Like IDK, bodyguard crush??? It’d fucking be hilar if Shiro was in need of protection/The Damsel of the situation/pairing all the time because he’s a walking disaster.]
Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses:
Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no
My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry
How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes
Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other
Your pain takes the shape of flowers, or something else beautiful and free. You can't help but see what you don't have in the beautiful thing, can't help but feel pain as you see what you're missing out on. Maybe you even wish that you could just be happy and surround yourself in flowers, but you can't, because each time you see them it's like a reminder of the empty hole you carry.
They say that pain is beauty... Right?
“So, how do you know our broker? Are you another client of his?”
“That old gap-toothed bastard used to be my boss- I’d make collections and hold goods for him, also keep his ass safe from any rivals on the black market. Never a dull moment with that guy, am I right?” Shiro snorted, something akin to fondness warming even the rotten core of his heart.
The Hero Killer certainly had made waves despite being apprehended, but Nekomata hadn’t expected so many advocates of his tenets to be in the League. He didn’t necessarily vibe with the guy’s principles since Shiro didn’t believe there were any ‘true heroes’ and he’d never revered All Might in the slightest- The guy was just the strongest Pro in the business and he knew how to make himself look good for the cameras, like an actually competent version of Captain Celebrity.
Still, no reason to piss off the people he might be working with in the near future by putting a voice to those thoughts.
“So, what you want is a return to the way things were before All Might, right? And your boss is All For One’s successor... Can’t say that I don’t like the idea, so I’m willing to offer my support if you guys need more people. My Quirk pretty much sucks, though- So I’ve made up for it by being good with firearms and dirty tactics.”
It didn’t take long before he hit the curb outside of the Lotus Garden, Wong and Wu’s little herbal remedy place with the nifty little hidden basement shop. Aside from old-fashioned tonics and medicines, they also did brisk business in both forgery and erotic videos. Shiro rather liked the place, as Wu’s stash of homebrew was the smoothest in Yokohama. Still, that didn’t erase the fact that they were also one of numerous business associates that were consistently late in payments. Maybe he was just too soft on them. Shiro couldn’t recall the guy before him having this much trouble. Then again, the guy before him vanished mysteriously one night, only to wash up against the pier in little pieces. Nekomata’s cultivated relationships were a hassle, but it’d mean he’d at least get something of a prior warning before something similar happened to him.
Nothing about the Lotus Garden smelled like lotus or gardens. Barrels of dried fungus and low-grade seafood sat out in the open, while tall glass jars of the good quality stuff sat high up on shelves behind the counter. Wong, a shriveled and mannish old lady of Cantonese origin was doing the accounting at the register. Her fingers were flying with lightning speed over the abacus while she scrawled a string of numbers in one column and row upon rows of 正 in another. Shiro’s pale brows raised as he glanced at the ledger upside down and saw the large tally count. The old lady gasped as his shadow fell over the edge of the thick book and she abruptly slammed it shut.
“No peeking,” she hissed.
“This week’s lottery looks like it’s got a big pot. Funny, though, considering we still haven’t seen the shares for last month’s. And where’s Wu?” Shiro asked, leaning a sweaty elbow against the wooden counter.
Wu was Wong’s cousin, married in from the mother’s side, though they looked enough alike that they might as well have been siblings. He was an odd fellow to say the least. Quiet and prone to lurking in dark corners, unmoving and mostly hidden. Shiro was more likely to feel him breathing down the back of his neck than actually lay eyes on him. He’d asked about it to Giran and a few of the other dealers and brokers- all who mentioned something similar, so he figured it wasn’t anything personal. It didn’t keep Wu from being an awkward, creepy fuck though...
Wong looked as if she had something else to say that wasn’t “Yes, I’ve got your money right here!” Nekomata growled, his normally baritone voice dipping lower.
"You know I've been real lenient with you guys. I know you think that since I'm not like the guy before me, things can be a little more relaxed now... Well that much is true. Haven't you been more relaxed already? You like that, right? I do too. You don’t have to go staring over your shoulder no more, wondering when you’re gonna get hit in the face. I don’t like the bruised up knuckles and you like seeing out of both eyes: Win-win for the both of us. The thing is, you just about used up the last of my good will. You remember what happened to Zheng’s bar, don't you? Do we need of a repeat of that? I really don't want us and what we’ve got going here to end up going that direction, but I if you push me, I will. You know I will."
Whatever it was that Wu (who’d slithered out from the storage room he’d been lurking in) wanted to say, Shiro cut it off with a gunshot. A nearby kettle exploded into shards of greenish-gold ceramic and what smelled like roasted barley tea splashed all over the place. He made a showy display of twirling the Mauser C96 in his hand before holstering it again- Then when Wong and Wu crawled out from under the counter and ran for the till, the silver-haired villain decided the rest of the day would be best spent in bed.
Shiro exited the shop with both pants pockets bulging with yen and a snide little grin on his pallid face, perhaps even a little skip in his step- Before he’d knocked shoulders with someone coming from the opposite direction. Glaring at the stranger, he tsk’d loudly and shrugged.
“What the hell, man? Watch where you’re going, ya blind-ass bum.”
Whoever designed my desk can bite me- My keyboard tray fell out because the screws got loose and trying to fix it involves fucking body contortion (and it’s only a matter of time before it falls out again cuz I don’t have an L-shaped tool).
“ crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time & i am a punk. ”
“ do i like him or is he just tall? ”
“ not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die. ”
“ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ”
“ everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head. wow. ”
“ there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me. it’s called the throne. ”
“ let’s get high!! … grades. ”
“ i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions. ”
“ it’s a bird! it’s a plane! it’s … me, trying to outrun my feelings. there i go. ”
“ i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes. ”
“ why has no one fallen in love with me yet? i’m so bored. ”
“ honestly, i don’t even play an active role in my life. shit just happens & i’m like ‘ oh, is this what we’re doing now? okay. ’ ”
“ life hack : you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon. ”
“ what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around? ”
“ it may look like i’m having deep thoughts, but really, i’m just thinking about what to eat next. ”
“ do i deserve back pain at this age? ”
“ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ”
“ i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything. ”
“ yes, the rumors are true. i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass. ”
“ i try not to sound like an asshole, but it’s really hard because i am an asshole. ”
“ someone has to date me eventually, right? ”
“ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ”
“ your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart. ”
“ there’s no way that EVERYBODY was kung-fu fighting. ”
“ saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me? ”
“ don’t ask me about my sexuality. you’re not gonna get a straight answer. ”
“ i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining. ”
“ the first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ”
“ i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life. ”
“ i may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep down inside, i am actually angrier. ”
“ i push everyone away, but in a way, i am doing them a favor. ”
“ what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur? ”
“ i’m not even a hot mess. i’m more like a lukewarm mess. ”
“ i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ”
“ can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight? ”
“ you’re not allowed to be busy, you’re my only friend. ”
“ becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life. ”
“ is it cold in here, or is that just my heart? ”
“ if i sigh loudly enough, will all my problems go away? ”
“ hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ”
Shiro was starting from the very bottom of the League’s ranks, as if there were entry-level positions for their particular creed. He supposed he didn’t have as impressive a track record as the guy who could literally set an entire city block on fire, or the flamboyant marble guy with Rorschach tests for a face- but whatever he lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm and a lot of guns.
Being sent to back up villains with better Quirks was par the course, but having the original crew ALSO delegate him to minor fetch quests and other unwanted duties felt a little insulting. Like he wasn’t being taken seriously or that really anyone could fulfill the same roles he performed.
That evening he was ordered to work with an associate of the group, though the person in question seemed to warrant more strategic importance (thus begrudging respect) than he did.
And he would shortly see why.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, clasping a hand over his mouth as his gag reflex reared it’s ugly head.
It wasn’t every day that you saw some guy’s insides become their outsides, but the calm and almost thoughtful gaze that his mission partner gave mass of still twitching and operating organs was like that of an academic studying a piece of modernist art.
“Uh... yeah, so if you guys don’t wanna end up like that, then you’d better do as we say. Got it?”
He stomped on what he assumed was a length of large intestine for emphasis and immediately regretted it when the most disgusting smell humanly possible issued from beneath the heel of his boot. Something squirted up into someone else’s eye, their mouth opening into a silent scream before their dinner decided to make a triumphant march back up their esophagus.
After that, it was like watching a stadium filled with sports fans do the wave- except instead of cheering, they were... preoccupied by a wholly different action.
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